C605 Disgusting of His Mother's Salted Fish Cubs(5)

"Lucifinil, come on."

Fann Helsing sat on the carpet and rubbed Jin Liner's head on his lap. He looked at Lucifinil panting on the treadmill and gloated.

"Phew, phew, phew. Lucifinil did not want to talk to the stinky bat now.

She still needed to run for 20 minutes before she could finish the calories of the milk tea that she had just drank.

"By the way, wait a moment